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Chapter 2: The Vanishing
Hours passed, and the school buzzed with the excitement of prom—dresses, tuxedos, decorations, and music. But something was off.
Emily was gone.
Her friends assumed she had gone home upset. Her teachers thought she just skipped the rest of the day. But her phone lay cracked on the floor of the girls' bathroom.
No one noticed.
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Chapter 2: The Vanishing
Hours passed, and the school buzzed with the excitement of prom—dresses, tuxedos, decorations, and music. But something was off.
Emily was gone.
Her friends assumed she had gone home upset. Her teachers thought she just skipped the rest of the day. But her phone lay cracked on the floor of the girls' bathroom.
No one noticed.
Emily slowly opened her eyes. Her head throbbed, and the air around her was cold and musty. She tried to move, but her wrists were tightly bound, and a cloth was wrapped around her mouth.
Panic gripped her chest.
She was in a small, dark room—maybe a basement or an abandoned building. A thin stream of light crept through a broken window covered in grime. Her heart raced as the memories flooded back—the hallway, the strange sound, the shaft... the man.
Who was he?
Where had he taken her?
Back at the school, her boyfriend—Jayden—was on the dance floor with another girl, spinning her around and laughing like nothing was wrong.
He didn't care that Emily was missing. He didn't care that he was cheating. All he cared about was winning Prom King.
While the music pounded and lights flashed, Emily's friends began to worry.
One of them pulled out her phone and typed:
"Hey, you okay?"
No reply.
They waited. Minutes passed.
Nothing.
Then one of them opened Snap Map.
Emily's location had vanished.
Completely.
Meanwhile, in that dark, silent room, Emily struggled against the ropes. Her wrists were raw, and her breathing grew shaky. She hadn't heard a single word from the man who took her. But above her, faint footsteps echoed. Someone was moving.
Someone else was there.
She had to stay calm. Think. Look for anything—anything—that could help her escape.
Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open.
A tall man stepped into the room, his face hidden beneath a black hood.
He stared at her for a long moment, then spoke in a voice like ice:
"You should've gone to prom."
Emily's blood ran cold.
Would you like me to continue with Chapter 3 where someone starts searching for her—or do you want to follow Emily as she starts planning her escape?
Emily slowly opened her eyes. Her head throbbed, and the air around her was cold and musty. She tried to move, but her wrists were tightly bound, and a cloth was wrapped around her mouth.
Panic gripped her chest.
She was in a small, dark room—maybe a basement or an abandoned building. A thin stream of light crept through a broken window covered in grime. Her heart raced as the memories flooded back—the hallway, the strange sound, the shaft... the man.
Who was he?
Where had he taken her?
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Back at the school, her boyfriend—Jayden—was on the dance floor with another girl, spinning her around and laughing like nothing was wrong.
He didn't care that Emily was missing. He didn't care that he was cheating. All he cared about was winning Prom King.
While the music pounded and lights flashed, Emily's friends began to worry.
One of them pulled out her phone and typed:
> "Hey, you okay?"
No reply.
They waited. Minutes passed.
Nothing.
Then one of them opened Snap Map.
Emily's location had vanished.
Completely.
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Meanwhile, in that dark, silent room, Emily struggled against the ropes. Her wrists were raw, and her breathing grew shaky. She hadn't heard a single word from the man who took her. But above her, faint footsteps echoed. Someone was moving.
Someone else was there.
She had to stay calm. Think. Look for anything—anything—that could help her escape.
Suddenly, the heavy door creaked open.
A tall man stepped into the room, his face hidden beneath a black hood.
He stared at her for a long moment, then spoke in a voice like ice:
"You should've gone to prom."
Emily's blood ran cold